It was fucking raining. Scott Nelson had lived in Portland for a large portion of his life, and much of the remaining portion was still spent in Western Oregon, which remained a not-particularly-dry region. Rain was almost a constant in the winter months, a possibility in the spring and fall, and still not entirely off the table in summer. Scott was more than used to it. It formed a kind of monotony, a weatherly routine that he found equal amounts of comfort and boredom in. Of course, he did his best to find as many ways as possible to keep his life spiced up, to feel young and wild instead of locked in drudgery.
Which is why he, a 38 year old man, is wearing a spiffy suit and a rabbit mask in this weather. And also fighting another man of approximately similar age, except his counterpart is in a black and gold bodysuit with an elaborate, crown-like mask over his face. The man in the gold bodysuit- who had chosen the rather humble alias 'King'- produced golden globules of energy from his hands, globules which were flung with bullet-like speed. Scott doesn't waste his power trying to dodge or evade- the blasts aren't meant for him. They target the wet asphalt of the bridge behind Scott, spreading cracks in the same golden color, a spider-web pattern. Sizeable fragments of the bridge rip upwards, flinging themselves towards Scott with what almost seemed like killing intent.
Ah, now he can flex his power. Scott sweeps his arm behind himself, quickly, yet almost lazily. His power responds as faithfully as ever- a phantom limb, ten times the size of his arm but without weight, sweeps out behind him in a mimicry of Scott's movement. The oversized phantom limb moves at the same speed as his regular arm, but with more mass and more weight to anyone except Scott himself. It bats the asphalt chunks aside like baseballs, sending them soaring out over the Willamette river. A loud and satisfying sploosh confirms their descent. King is far from slow to react- flashes on the edges of Scott's vision alert him to further chunks, more rubble to be bothered about.
Scott plants the phantom arm's palm against the road, pushing down and lifting himself up in the process. More chunks soar past him, and he idly considers using a second phantom hand to swat them away before deciding to do a leg instead. He slams his phantom foot downward hard, hitting close enough to King that the villain holds his fire and takes the time to evade. Scott reduces his phantom leg's size, controlling his descent. He dispels the leg and uses his phantom arm to support himself back down onto the ground. "I think your age is showing more than mine, King." Scott remarks as his feet hit the ground once more.
"Hardly. This fight is only beginning, Chunk-" The villain begins, only to be interrupted by a raised finger from Scott.
"Chunk is only my alias for the PRT to use. I want to hear you say the real one." A full-face mask might've hidden the shit-eating grin on Scott's face, but the one he has shows it off brilliantly. He can feel the exasperation from King.
"...This fight is only the beginning, Big Chungus." The gold-masked villain says with much less enthusiasm than he'd had the first time. Big Chungus loved getting villains to say... well, his name in the middle of their over-dramatic ranting. With the fun had, Chungus and King both come to an understanding that it's time to return to their fight. King moves to ready more blasts as Chungus conjures a phantom arm- only for machine gun fire to rain from above. Vulture, taking a break from her aerial harassment of Duchess, who as far as Chungus can tell is occupied by Call and Response, the former swinging the latter around like an oversized flail. Even for an advanced regenerator, it'd hit hard enough to at least put them out of commission for a bit.
King is forced to split his attention between Vulture and Chungus, flinging rubble at both simultaneously. Splitting his ammunition costs him, and Chungus catches him in the grip of his giant phantom limb, holding King out over the edge of the bridge. Chungus' grip is iron, borderline bone-crunching. "You been tagged by Empress?" He asks King, almost too casually. King says nothing- then gives a brief nod. Chungus gives a small, apologetic smile and violently hurls King down into the Willamette. He figures King might survive and swim to shore, but it's not a problem right now. Metal limbs wrap around Chungus from behind, clawing at him- Duke androids, finally breaking past Shamgar's clone defense. Chungus reaches up and wraps his phantom hand around one of the bridge's suspension cables, swinging himself up, out, and around in an attempt to dislodge the android. The robot's grip slips and loosens as he swings, and is dislodged entirely once Chungus lands, sending the android tumbling.
All this because the Protectorate got a tip about the Royals bringing in a large drug treatment. Vulture, Call, and Response are keeping Duchess on her toes, and Chungus moves to help Shamgar sweep through Duke's mechanical minions. And of course Empress would be lurking around somewhere... not a bad start to the day, in all honesty.